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INBOX text / audio / video / action I only drink Chocolate Milk. THE DARKEST OF MILKS! art credit code credit

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[Peter hears Odin speak and each word sort of settles in with this fucked up kinship in the moment - it's not selfish when they're both drowning in the same pit of strangled feelings and aching hearts. He cinches his grip on Odin tighter, since they know words only help so much.

He meets his gaze and for a moment doesn't move, barely breathes, and just stares in to his eyes. If he were drunker, if they weren't friends, maybe a terrible decision would've been made in the here and now on the topic of distraction but it's not. He looks away, but takes a deep breath and rests his chin against the nook of Odin's neck and exhales slowly.]

One day it has to get better. I don't think it can feel worse than this... do you?